#ground
You offer kindness
Like a hand over my mouth
And I am so sick of being
Answered like this
Worn raw by desperate pleas
Ground dull against deaf stone
There are only so many ways
To pry loose your hand
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 7:37 AM UTC
Average is the common ground between high and low
and so is an indication of what's above and also below.
_____________________
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 11:15 PM UTC
Taking all your kisses
And building up a mountain
Dopamine sediments
That shoot out like a fountain
I'm counting up revisions
Topographical shifts when
It's your skin on my skin
Tectonic tension
Waves break on shores of gentle touches
Finding pockets of hidden heat
Fingertips blooming volcanic eruptions
Pressure mounting underneath
Holding tight
To every groove
Holding shape, motionless
Until you move
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 9:42 AM UTC
You learn to walk
And you grow up
And the ground is exactly where you expect it to be.
But I’ve been dizzy for 4 weeks now
And the ground is not there.
My world spins
Even as I write.
I sit and my heart is sore.
I want to rip out my stitches
But nothing ever broke;
So I pretend I’m not dizzy
And that the ground is still there
And that maybe it’s just the waves.
My hands are always shaking
From the lightning in my bones,
And my hands shake
-and my world spins
-and it’s all just maybe the waves
-and I’ve been dizzy for 4 weeks now
And the ground is not there.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 4:49 PM UTC
Relationships no longer a partner ship full of bull **** testing your patience. Just a friendship with benefits. Better yet a situationship which later ends as final destination ***** killing people you ain't happy with.
Im tired of the controlling and impatient **** Used and abused never thought you had to choose. Always thought Id be a tool listen here boy im no fool.
Mistreated and neglected, rejected lack of affection **** this weak *** connection.
Clocking me no stopping me, you wish that you could rock with me.
You no longer hold the key to my heart boy let me be.
Not a possession in your collection, you sick with this obsession. In need of correction no sense of direction. Take heed to the lesson count your blessings im not stressing nor caressing your egotistic mindset of Oppression. Your not sending me into depression. Nor a counseling session.
Who you testing? My grace and my patience you been erased and, bye boy stop haten. Step back not waiting on the road to creating while my mindset elevating.
No satisfaction you're hlacking,
judging people by there actions. your no longer a distraction but a dissatisfaction in action.
No more will there be any settle words nor transactions you will never get another reaction.
The love that I shown the care that I gave went unnoticed as you tried to cage my heart and steal my joy. rewrite my destiny all while making others think you were a blessing to me but you never opened up your eyes to see that one day I would be free.
Chains broken, eyes clearer now I see it could never be. its time you face that child hood trauma holding you not me in a world of uncertainty.
9/07/2025
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 10:50 PM UTC
the ground feels like a secret
pressed against skin that forgets its weight
a hush rises from somewhere beneath
as if the earth is breathing through me
and I am caught between falling inward
and lifting into something unnamed
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 9:55 PM UTC
Come down, put your feet on the ground
It's okay to soar a little
If you come back and stay around
We used to walk down ***** roads
One family going to that stone
Let's look out on those fields so far
Dad's found someone new to love him
It's hard for you to trust in him
He just wants to keep moving on
He said we've only got one life
Nobody gets to take their time
Dad that's such a terrible life.
There is so many things to say
I hope you get to be okay
It's not today but just one day
When you sit with your cats held close
And maybe it will dawn on you
Despite it all, forgive yourself
It's okay we all need some help
To get along with mental health
We clean the kitchen together
Come down, put your feet on the ground
It's okay to soar a little
If you come back and stay around
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 5:24 AM UTC
If you never try you'll never lose
Hanging hopes oh-so-high
Accepted the ground is my home
Safer than attempting to fly
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 6:35 AM UTC
So they march us down the street keeping time to a broken beat
And the morals that we worship will be gone
Spite the blisters on our feet, we will all make a mass retreat
to a world where what we need will carry on
It’s spiraling out of hand, and we’re polling the crowd again
Nobody told me us life was not free
So I say to me
“Put up those halfway houses and pray the storm recedes.”
We act so vicious out of greed
As if there’s a victory among us, none such
So we’re taking our friends and we’re puttin’ ‘em out
like there ain’t no love to go around
Pulling no punches, only teeth
Then we’re taking the ends and we’re finding it out
It pulls you up to push them down
And this is not where I wanna be, either, picky eater
Now I think we’ve lost the plot, so we make ourselves a new lot
by putting two of our friends inside a room
We’ll be popping our candy corn in a protest anti-porn
while strapping ourselves inside the viewing booth
And staying so clean
Taking our Adderall, and going for the guttural
Laying all our incensers next to us
They’re blaming us for the mess so we’ve gotta totally digress
and turn against the only ones we trust
Next time I feel mean
I’ll try openly
Cut out my heart and tape it on my sleeve
Can we have their shame redeemed for a handful of thee
in tickets (quit this)
I’ve got a certain feeling you’ll be beat around it when the bush is in bloom
Again, I’ve got a secret 7th sense about it…you’ll dance like a foot if I shoot
Though - my mind is resolute: I don’t play with my food.
So we’re taking our friends and we’re puttin’ ‘em out
like there ain’t no love to go around
Pulling no punches, only teeth
Then we’re taking the ends and we’re finding it out
It pulls you up to push them down
and this is not where I want to be, either, picky eater
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 7:24 PM UTC
For a moment I thought
it was a butterfly,
the yellow and orange leaf
that took flight from the swishing poplar tree
across my balcony.
It swayed and fluttered in excitement –
here and there, up and down,
undecided if right or left,
to the ground or up to the sky –
Should I stay or should I go?
What to make of perceived options
when you lose your wings to know
that gravity always wins?
And ultimately to the ground
with or without wings.
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 3:53 PM UTC
With my head rested
against the shoulder
that sits between each breath
between each little heart beat
With my head rested
against the wind
that flows between
the inhales and exhales
of this little life
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 1:02 AM UTC
I used to fall for brown eyes
Searching for the secrets they hide
The brown color holds stiff cold lies
They are dark and deep, making you search even deeper
But now I have realized
Realized that blue eyes are deep too
Deep like the big ocean,blue
I have realized that I can fall for blue eyes hue
Brown eyes made me want to embrace the ground
But in your blue eyes,all I want is to drown
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 2:12 PM UTC
worn-down paws
stepping forward
many consonants
create jagged ground
whose icy surface
cuts into paws
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 9:25 PM UTC
The mountain calls to me, demands my presence, I meet its gaze.
Me: What do you want from me?
Mountain: I want you to climb to the peak
Me: I can’t bring anyone else with me
Mountain: I do not ask of you to bring anyone else, in fact, you should leave them behind, now climb me
Me: No, I can’t just do that
Mountain: Whether you listen to them or listen to me, makes no difference but I know you, and you want to climb, with no safe pathway down, no net to hold you, you want to see from this height and this height alone
Me: What if I want off?
Mountain: Then jump, but know the ground awaits you, you are never free
I stand in its shadow.
Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 11:52 AM UTC
~•§•~ Light Sleeper v2.0 ~•§•~
(song attempt/build)
One foot in the ground
One foot six feet deeper
With darkness all around
Fear's such a light sleeper
My fall never made a sound
Put the tree on loudspeaker
A picture doesn't last longer
If it's never a keeper
See here
Feeeearrr
Doesn't make a sound
What you heeeearrr
Is your spirit finally found
Get an eeeearrr...
...ful when you finally hear it
Just hope you survive it
And don't sound like a hypocrite
But that's just it
The stage is set
Place your bet
Guess what you get
You get
What you get
And that's just life
Yet we forget
How far we went
Can't repent
Good karma's spent
Left indecent
Ran the gauntlet
Pain's permanent
Still not been
Defeated yet
Think a sec
Feeeearrr
Doesn't make a sound
What you heeeearrr
Is your spirit finally found
Get an eeeearrr...
...ful when you finally hear it
Just hope you survive it
And don't sound like a hypocrite (x2)
©2024
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 1:44 AM UTC
One foot in the ground
One foot six feet deeper
With darkness all around
Fear's such a light sleeper
My fall never made a sound
Put the tree on loudspeaker
A picture doesn't last longer
If it never is a keeper
©2024
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 4:11 AM UTC
Threaded dread,
Pattern cognition,
same stories twisting across worth
value balance means and ways
whereby we reach across walls,
into the conversation confused
with seeking reliable religamentation,
tie me kangaroo down, mate,
tie me didgeridoo, too, there's a hard
rain, it's gonna fall, we all told a lie, too long.
Hi, I'm the voice of Johnny Gravel,
calling all you adrenalyn junkies, come, believe
your eyes, as we watch death defying stunts,
too incredible to imagine, until it's real,
TONIGHT AT YOUR VERY OWN TERMINAL
location.
At wait state, imagining fame,
or blame and shame, game wide,
the whole world sees the spelling wrong,
and life ends in another needless tragedy,
we see them everyday, we must imagine,
some day,
that's something I can do something about,
before it is
too late,
jest in place, laugh it off, halfasstry, whine
as the wind rips off the tin roof, why
we never moved, we cannot say,
things just happened this away.
Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 5:46 PM UTC
Going on a rock tour
I'll leave you with the beats
in the ground.
Still, I will play for the crowd
Like I know what I am doing.
On return
Will I be home
Or was no one listening?
Cowering in corners
On lead guitar
And solo drums
Jun 3, 2024
Jun 3, 2024 at 10:47 AM UTC
You hate me?
Great
'Cause I hate me
Wait...
Did we just find common ground?
©2024
Feb 3, 2024
Feb 3, 2024 at 4:11 PM UTC
I wonder
How much ground
Would be covered
By the shadow
Of a man?
Depends on the man
I suppose.
And where
He stands
His ground
Dec 21, 2023
Dec 21, 2023 at 11:14 AM UTC
when ever soft love
graces the ground of this mind
sweet rest so happy
Apr 11, 2023
Apr 11, 2023 at 4:17 PM UTC
I am a plant.
I am a thistle.
Cirsium arvense.
Creeping thistle.
When you first see me I am a beautiful, colourful flower. But if you come closer, you will notice two things.
1. I can ***** you. My needles are few and nearly invisible, but very sharp.
2. I am not ONE flower. I am a cluster of a hundred tiny flowers.
I am possibility.
My opportunities were not the best when I was a seedling.
The ground was dry and the sun burning.
However, as the forest around me, the sunlight that hit me directly lessened. The rain made the ground more fertile.
The ground is still too dry. I need more moisture to live. It is difficult to see the sun at all through the dense trees. I wish I could at least see a little bit of the sun.
I am a plant.
I am a thistle.
Oct 9, 2022
Oct 9, 2022 at 8:54 PM UTC
I have to do some research about home wiring, but I believe the ground wire and the lightning rod would let you pull electricity out of the air, just as Mr Franklin discovered. If this is true, then you are being "charged"(pun intended) for what is free, and when the electric company cuts off your service, you can just disconnect their cables and have what was once called "white power" ...no pun intended. If I die any time soon, check with the electric company haha. We are stuck on stupid.
Jul 22, 2022
Jul 22, 2022 at 3:42 AM UTC